The air is crisper. The mornings are sadly getting darker and darker. And there’s a scent of pigskin in the air. No, not cooking. But litterally flying through the air.

It’s college football baby!

And what do we do when we watch football? We eat. A lot. And nothing that’s good for us.

One of my favorite recipes is a little ditty my man came up with, a teeny-tiny bit healthier thanks to his tenaciousness in removing the skins from the chicken. Are we talking wings? Well, sometimes. But these days, we like them on the leg. Meatier, more tender. More gooder.